Sunday, August 26, 2012

Days 4 & 5...25 to go

I had technical difficulties yesterday and could not post.  So for those of you who were wondering, I was not locked in a closet drinking a Chick-fil-A milkshake.  Not to say that I didn't want one though.  Weekends are tough on diets.  Going back to I'm a social eater, eating this way is not that fun.  Sure, you can make it social, but it's just kind of boring.

I started out my weekend eating lunch with Kara at Whole Foods.  When I walk in Whole Foods I expect everything there is food from the gods and clearly healthy for me.  Unconsciously, I start looking around for "treats" that aren't really treats.  Like Whole Foods chocolate...that has to be Paleo.  Or Whole Foods gummy bears....surely a caveman ate those (they are bears and they have faces).  After becoming disappointed to find sugar in everything I wanted, I made my way over to the salad and hot bar.  Even if I don't like the food, Whole Foods makes it look so appetizing.  I immediately wanted the Quinoa salad....oh, that's right, I can't have Quinoa even though it is supposed to be a super food.  I saw brussel sprouts...no thanks.  I finally settled on what seemed to be half of a chicken with some oven roasted vegetables.  Kara said it looked good...I agreed, but it didn't look as good as the pizza.  I told Kara I felt like a child at dinner, only eating my meal so I could have dessert, except I don't get dessert!!  While chewing my vegetables, I made faces like a small child.  I just wanted cheese!  It really wasn't terrible, just not that appealing.  Luckily, the company was much better.

On Friday night Marcus and I went to our favorite restaurant in Gainesville, 2 Dog Cafe.  Marcus asked why we were going out to eat if I was eating Paleo.  I told him I needed a little more social and a little less Chicken Ole.  I knew 2 Dog was a safe choice because they have lots of fresh options that I could choose from.  Of course, I also know that I wouldn't be trying out any new options and that I would be eating the same thing I get each time we go: Skirt Steak.  I love it.  They make it so delicious.  So we get there and sit down and the first thing they do is bring us a basket of bread.  Neither I nor Marcus touched it (thanks Marcus).  Then the waitress asked for our drinks.  My favorite drink at 2 Dog in the Summer is their homemade Sangria.  It is so yummy and refreshing.  Obviously, that was not an option so I went with water....it was somewhat refreshing because it was cold but that's all.  As we were looking over the menu, Marcus said "oh! Grits! Oh, that's right you can't have grits." Or, "oh! Chicken Quesadillas! Oh, that's right, you can't have cheese, and oh, you can't have tortillas."  Though often supportive, he loves to give me a hard time during the crazy diets I take part in.  Whatever.

The waitress came back to take our order.  Even though I was getting my standard, I knew I had to make some changes.  For example, one of the reasons the steak is soooooo good is that they top it with Worcestershire butter.  Since I'm sure it was not purified butter I had to ask her to leave it off.  Also, I normally get the asparagus and grits.  No grits.  Asparagus, Squash & Eggplant it was.  For the salad, I love their homemade Pesto vinaigrette....Pesto contains cheese.  No Pesto.  No cheese or croutons on the salad either.  Wow, did I sound high maintenance (I am a little, but that's not the point).  The waitress kindly obliged to all my requests.  The meal was quite good even without the extras.  I was satisfied....satisfied until I saw the chocolate cream pie in the cooler.  I asked for the check immediately so we could flee.  Once in the car, Marcus says, "well, I'd take you to get frozen yogurt, but you can't have that."  Thanks Marcus.

I went to bed early so I wouldn't eat anymore and because I had to get up early for a bike ride.  Wendy and I rode 33 miles on Saturday with only water, not my beloved Justin's chocolate peanut butter packs.  It was ok; we made it.  We snacked on bananas and balsamic tomatoes when we got back.  When I got home, I should have made lunch but I was too tired and unmotivated to eat Paleo food so I took a nap instead.  I woke up and forced down some Chicken Ole.  (It's worse every time).

That night, we had a Paleo date night.  Me and Marcus went to the Blue Bicycle in Dawsonville with Tracy and Matt, Wendy and Bryan, and Kristy and Ken.  Tracy and Wendy are also doing Paleo while Kristy is doing South Beach.  We decided that if we were going to eat healthy, we'd do it together (well sort of).  While waiting for our table, the gentlemen took up at the bar for some brew.  Tracy and I settled with water, but Wendy said a drink was worth the 3 points she'd loose on the challenge so she indulged.  I must admit, I was quite jealous but I didn't want to cave (no pun intended) on alcohol.  If I was to cave, I wanted it to be for something much better.  Dinner was great.  We were all high-maintenance orderers so I didn't feel so bad.  I had the Angus filet (sans the red wine reduction sauce - thanks to Tracy) and green beans.  I actually tried some of Matt's salmon (I usually don't eat anything that swims) and it was really not terrible.  It actually was better than my Chicken Ole.

After dinner, we all went to see the Bourne Legacy.  Great movie...only thing missing was Sour Patch Kids.  Marcus indulged in Skittles beside me but I resisted.  Again, the company trumped the food for the evening.

Sunday morning started early with a 9 mile training run with Tracy.  Again, with only water and no nutrition.  This was much harder on the run than on the bike.  I must find alternatives to eat on these long runs.  I get so sluggish.  After the run, Marcus and I had bacon and eggs which were quite delicious.  We went to church and then came home and thankfully finished the last of the Chicken Ole!  That was a true blessing.  Currently, there is a Boston Butt in the crockpot for this week's meat.  Smells delicious...I hope it turns out alright.  I have never made any meat other than chicken by myself, so we shall see.

All, in all, not a bad weekend even with the bland menu.  All I can say is thank God for fruit!  It truly is my saving grace.  I just hope it can get me through the next 25 days....

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